Rock Hard Daddy

By Rye Hart

My best friend's daughter just told me she's been saving her virginity for me - and it's screwing with my head.

Guess you could say life as Conner Wilkes has its perks.
I bang a new woman every week- no questions asked.
At my age, I still have the stamina of a stallion - and I'm happy to say that parts of my body have been compared to one.
Being a single overprotective dad means that I've always lived two lives - and it has worked out just fine.
Then, my best friend's daughter walked into my life - and I can't get my head straight.
Just a teenager when I saw her last - but now those ocean blue eyes, full lips and long luscious legs leave me wondering if I'm being punished for all the crap I put women through in the past.
I want to own her. Dominate her. Teach her how to use her sweet assets.

Turning down an opportunity to take Chloe's virginity will take every fiber of my being - I just hope I've got the self-restraint to do it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rye Hart
• Release date: Mar 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393818403

Book preview

Rock Hard Daddy

A Single Dad & A Virgin Romance

If you like this book, check out these others from Rye Hart

BURLY MOUNTAIN MEN

Damaged Goods | Stone Heart | Cabin Fever | Rugged Daddy|

Mountain Man’s Second Chance | Saving Mel | Teach Me Daddy

ROCK HARD HOTTIES

Rock Hard Daddy | Rock Hard SEAL | Rock Hard Neighbor | Rock Hard Baby Daddy |

Rock Hard Boss | Rock Hard Fake Groom | Rock Hard Prince Charming

STEAMY REVERSE HAREMS

Sin City Baby | 5 Bikers for Valentines | 6 Mountain Brothers for Christmas |

Her Best Men | Christmas With the McCormick Brothers

BILLIONAIRE BAD BOYS

Single Dad’s Spring Break | Hustler | 69th Street Bad Boys | Filthy Daddy

HOT SINGLE DADDIES

Cuff Me Daddy | Accidental Daddy | Naughty but Nice | Going Deep

SEXY SECOND CHANCES

One More Time | Bad Seed | Family Night | Forbidden Touch |

Hot Bastard Next Door | Heart on Fire | Luca’s Return |

Top Dog | The Longest Rodeo

ALL ABOUT THE BABIES

Baby Contract | Baby Wanted | Dom’s Secret Baby

STRICTLY TABOO

Two Weeks of Sin | Taboo Lovers | Step Daddy Desires |

The Better Brother | My Hot Stepbrother

My best friend's daughter just told me she's been saving her virginity for me - and it's screwing with my head.

Guess you could say life as Conner Wilkes has its perks.

I bang a new woman every week- no questions asked.

At my age, I still have the stamina of a stallion - and I'm happy to say that parts of my body have been compared to one.

Being a single overprotective dad means that I've always lived two lives - and it has worked out just fine.

Then, my best friend's daughter walked into my life - and I can't get my head straight.

Just a teenager when I saw her last - but now those ocean blue eyes, full lips and long luscious legs leave me wondering if I'm being punished for all the crap I put women through in the past.

I want to own her. Dominate her. Teach her how to use her sweet assets.

Turning down an opportunity to take Chloe's virginity will take every fiber of my being - I just hope I've got the self-restraint to do it.

CHAPTER ONE – CHLOE JONES

Three months after I graduated from college, I decided that Peter Clarke was an asshole and, for that reason, I hated him with every damn cell in my being. As was expected of the valedictorian, Peter’s speech was grand and filled with triumphant words. In a confident and jubilant tone, he assured me—and our entire graduating class—that the world was ours for the taking and, therefore, we could do anything, have anything and be anything we desired. Like a dumbass, I believed him, and therein lies my problem with the guy.

Stupid Peter.

It turns out that Peter was full of shit, and the world was not mine for the taking. In fact, the world didn’t give a crap about me. Despite my outrageously expensive degree in Hotel Management, and 4.0 GPA, I am now left jobless, penniless, and left wanting to crawl under a rock and die.

The economic downfall meant that my degree, which cost enough to virtually pay off a house in Tuscany, didn’t mean jack shit in the real world. If only I had the power to predict the future - I would now be in my gorgeous Tuscan villa, in the arms of my hot Italian boyfriend, sipping a glass of red. At least that was my logic. Of course, that suggests I somehow would have gotten over my obsessive infatuation with my childhood crush, Conner Wilkes. In case, I haven’t already painted a picture of the pitiable and unrealistic fantasy world I’ve been living, my childhood crush also happens to be my Dad’s best friend. We’ll get to back Conner soon enough; for now, I’ve got some more venting left in my system.

If only Peter was here now so I could tell him flawed his logic truly was. None of the hundreds of hotels I sent my application to bothered to even call me back for an interview. It was embarrassing and left me no other choice than to collect my crap and return to the small Tennessee town I grew up - with my tail tucked between my legs.

Stupid, stupid Peter.

Life sucked, and I hated it, but amidst all of the frustration, there was one good thing about being back home. Dad.

Bumblebee, Dad cried as soon as I walked through the gate at the airport.

A broad, face-splitting grin formed on my lips at the sight of my father. I know most girls say that their Dad is the best, but mine actually was. He and my mother had both been twenty-one when they had me, so in a way, the three of us grew up together. Thanks to them, I had an almost perfect childhood filled with fun, forts, and smores for dinner. Unfortunately, the two of them grew apart, but our closeness remained intact. 

Daddy, I said as I ran toward him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He smelled like grass, leather, and home.

We hugged for a solid minute. Then, he pulled away to look at me.

Let me check the status.

Those words were familiar and instantly made me grow a little taller in my spine as I stood in front of him. Not caring that we were surrounded by curious strangers, Dad cupped his square jaw with his right hand and tapped his index fingers on his lips as he looked at me through mock stern eyes that made me chuckle.

Like he used to do when I was a kid, he placed a hand on the top of my head, fidgeted with my long blonde hair and poked me in the belly. The hair is longer. You still look exactly like your mom, but I don’t think you grew this time.

I rolled my eyes. I’m twenty-two, Dad. I haven’t grown in like five years.

It’s a shame, he said with a sigh. I liked when you were still growin’, kiddo.

Yeah, I know, I replied with a smile.

He’d been saying that for five years, and it always tugged at my heart. I had never worked up the courage to ask him if he said that because he missed me as a child or because he missed mom and how our family was back then. Hearing those words always made me feel for him and wish he could find a way to get over the divorce and move on with his life - like mom did.

Now it’s your turn, I informed, changing the subject. Dad stood a little taller as I looked at him. Imitating him, I nodded and tapped my index finger over my lips. The hair is a little grayer, the beard is a little longer, but you still look like Dad. Also, you may be starting to shrink.

His deep laugh echoed around us, and the sound warmed my heart. He bumped his shoulder against mine and grabbed my suitcases.

How did you get to be such a smart ass? he asked.

It’s inherited, I deadpanned as I followed him toward the airport’s parking lot.

As we walked toward his truck, he asked for updates, and I gave him the low down. Since we talked all the time, I didn’t have much important news to give, so I just filled him in on my newfound hatred toward Peter Clarke and my overall disappointment in adulthood. In my annoyed excitement, I also ended up babbling about how much going back to my childhood room and small-town life would suck after two years of living in Italy and four in New York City.

Don’t be unfair, Chloe, he admonished me while placing my luggage on the back of his brand-new Ram. You’ve always loved living at the ranch. Can six years of living away really change your mind like that?

Taken back by the sternness in